We'll entangle with you,
as bridges over the river,
will raise open -as usually
not - in the evenings.
We will sing until dawn
over the broad Neva,
but on different -
piers.
let me go at last
by the words you combine,
that were of - me -
so jealous,
which forever seized me
to go on after you,
that it seemed -
full of fear!
And your poems will stop
to race blood
so diminutive
tender.
And I tell you goodbye,
precious mother
of my first great love!
for me - remain not
an offender!
And I tell you goodbye,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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